Chapter 8 - The Arrest
The arrest happened on a rainy Wednesday afternoon at Janet’s small, cluttered townhouse across town.
We didn't go to watch. We stayed at home, but Ryan had a secure police scanner app running on his tablet while I sat on the living room floor folding tiny pink baby onesies.
At 2:14 PM, the dispatch code crackled through the speaker: Executing warrant, 412 Elm Street, suspect cooperative but combative.
By 4:00 PM, my phone started ringing.
It wasn't Janet. It was Clara, her voice shrill and hysterical, screaming voicemails into my inbox one after another.
“Clara, how could you do this?! They put her in cuffs! They took our mother to jail like a common criminal! She’s having heart palpitations! If she dies, I swear to God I will make sure everyone on that base knows what kind of monster you really are!”
I listened to the first thirty seconds of the voicemail, then deleted it.
I didn't block her number yet. I wanted the record of harassment to keep building just in case we needed a restraining order later down the line. But I didn't reply. Not a single word.
Ryan walked in from the kitchen holding a mug of coffee. “The arraignment is scheduled for tomorrow morning at nine. ADA Vance’s office said Janet’s lawyer is already trying to negotiate a plea deal for probation and mandatory full restitution.”
“Will she pay it back?” I asked.
“She’ll have to,” Ryan said. “The court is freezing her remaining assets and putting a lien on her townhouse. Whatever is left of grandmother’s estate is going to be seized and returned to your legal account, plus court costs.”
I looked down at Ava, who was sleeping peacefully in her bassinet, completely oblivious to the legal storm raging outside our walls.
“It’s weird,” I whispered.
“What is?” Ryan asked, sitting down on the couch beside me.
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“For my whole life, I thought if I stopped giving them money, the world would end. I thought the guilt would swallow me whole.” I looked up at him, my eyes clear. “Instead, I just feel... quiet.”
Ryan smiled, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and pulling me close. “That’s not guilt leaving, Clara. That’s peace.”
